06 video; FILTERED FROM LUCIFER

[paterelohim]

[Good evening, Siren’s Port! This particular video broadcast is bringing you something brown and awkward poking at the screen, which quickly resolves to the other end of what looks like a stick. Chuck is on the other end of it, poking it with a stick from the couch (yes, the couch in HIS apartment). He pulls it back and leans it against the couch

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[frosty_mind]

I was told that Club Zero and Lion's Gate were hiring.

If you want to consider opening your own business, talk to me. I'm generally in favor of new businesses, but I suspect the bar and restaurant niches are full enough to endanger new businesses. My thoughts at the moment are in the general direction of food delivery, but unless you cook that's probably not practical.

Let me know if you want a telepathic painkiller before you sleep tonight.

[paterelohim]

Why does everyone think I want to open my own place? I'm looking for a job at a place I'll hopefully poof out of soon, man.

[Pause.] Uh- well. My painkillers are doing the job, but... they're not really cutting into my broken ribs the way I'd like.

Are- are you sure? That's... really nice of you.

[frosty_mind]

I don't think you want to open your own place; someone brought up opening a bar and I think that would be a mistake.

Putting up a basic painblock shouldn't be a problem - I just want to wait until you're done moving around for the night because I'm willing to do more then.

[Ooc, is there any reason she couldn't mess with your sensory perceptions, or anything she'd notice while in your head to do so? She's not trying to pull anything here, but she's not deliberately filtering out anything she happens to notice.]

[paterelohim]

Oh. Okay. Sorry, I'm a little... out of it from these drugs.

[Pause.] Okay, cool. Just the ribs would be cool- the drugs are taking care of everything else. [And he's kind of digging the excuse to take them.]

((ooc- in terms of knowledge about the character and what he's seen? All she'd see is things like "he's a prophet", and also the memory of Lucifer coming into his hospital room. That memory would cut off after only about ten minutes, almost too abruptly, right after a part where Lucifer snaps another rib with his mind. It'd be almost jarring, actually, like the memory was tampered with.))

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[cowboy_newsie]

Jesus, what the hell happened to you?

[paterelohim]

It's a kind of... kind of a long story?

[cowboy_newsie]

Go on.

[paterelohim]

It's what happens when you know someone completely psycho who can do anything with his mind, then intentionally push his buttons. For great justice.

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[tiny_schemer]

[A little brown-eyed boy is peering in morbid fascination.] Wow, mister! Someone really did a number on you.

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[paterelohim]

Yep! [T-Tense.] Someone balls-out crazy. Be careful in this place, kid.

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[tiny_schemer]

[petulantly] I am careful.

What happened to you?

[paterelohim]

Oh, you know. Someone did a number on me.

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[athermercy]

[She notices the all new, all weird bandages.]

Those are new.

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[paterelohim]

[Instantly tense, and visibly stressed.]

Lucifer found me in the hospital.

Ask Elisha if you want. I don't want to talk about it.

[FEED. OFF.]

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[athermercy]

[Great. She wanted to ask how he was badly injured there.

Now she'll have to talk to his girlfriend.]

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[paterelohim]

[Chuck will re.fuse. to talk about how the injury happened (unless you ask a lot, or he's really tired) but if she wants to see him, he'll still be in the couch, watching TV.]

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[nosetweaks]

[By the by, Elisha's taken a thick interest in origami lately. It's very engrossing, apparently, as it's all she'll focus on right now (or so it appears). There's a nest of paper flowers on the coffee table in front of the couch, but otherwise she's been extraordinarily quiet, very toned down, ostensibly withdrawn.]